Judes Little I
Who are you little I
You throw your dreams in blue
Open fingers blooming flowers from a love so true
The perfect way to end the day
October sun runs gently on the plain
Watch the trains fly
Whisper wave goodbye
We give ourselves in innocence
The young city let us in
We feel our lives begin at seventeen
You are adorned of all things sweet
Far beyond far beyond complete
But feel a little old for seventeen
The paint by number begs me number two
But it could never see you as I do
Silky Sensual
I will paint you blue
You lick your lips and slowly tease your hair
Drink your glass of wine
You fake your innocence
And fool me every time
We give ourselves in innocence
The young city let us in
We feel our lives begin at seventeen
You are adorned of all things sweet
Far beyond far beyond complete
But feel a little old for seventeen
